Dazed And Confused, Tag Norrington

[Tristan Smith]

Tristan had left the jail and was making his way through the corridors of the Fort, not really having any particular destination in mind as his mind jumped back and forth, not being able to make up its mind if Gemma deserved wha twas coming to her or not. His black boots clicked on the stone floor as he walked, head down, hands behind his back. It wasn't long before Tristan looked up, momentarily lost. But once he got his bearings he realised that he was very close to the Commodore's office.

Sighing he walked over to the large double doors and lifted the brass knocker, and tapped it on the door three times. And awaited an answer from within. What Tristan was going to say to Commodore Norrington he wasn't exactly sure.

[Commodore James Norrington]

The Commodore sighed from his desk again. Who could it be this time... "Come in" The Commodore bellowed, and watched as Tristan walked in. "Good evening Mister Smith, What a shock to see you again." The Commodores eyes drifted down to his desk, were a sheet lied, with chicken scratches on it. The COmmodore looked up again and Tristan, and stared at him for a few seconds as if to say Spit it out As he held the writing tool above the sheet, ink dripped and smeared all over his work. Although this angered the COmmodore, nothing could dim his mood. He was closing in on Sparrow, and when he did... A smile flickered across the Commodores face.

The Commodore stood up and walked over to a painting on his wall and stood, staring at it. In the painting was a French Man-of-war being torn apart by a ship, A English ship.

[Tristan Smith]

Tristan took in a deep breath. “Well, I got to thinking Commodore, Gemma LaRoue is a Pirate, and therefore is a part of a crew, what if the crew she is apart of is the Black Pearl? Do you think that if we used her as bait for the Black Pearl and a certain Captain that they would come?” The young man said all at once, he watched the Commodore stood by the painting and awaited an answer.

[Commodore James Norrington]

The Commodore didnt take his eyes off the painting. "Do you think I hadn't thought of that already?" The Comodore paused again. "She had mentoned a Blacksmith. There aren't many Blacksmith in towns who help pirates. And One of them, Will Turner, has a friend who I have been chasing for years." The Commodore looked Tristan in the eyes and than returned to staring at the painting. "Captain Jack Sparrow and his ship are In Port Royal Mr. Smith"

[Tristan Smith]

"Excuse me for being so bold, but how do you intend to catch Jack Sparrow?" Tristan said softly, waiting for Commodore Norrington to blow up in his face. From the stories that the young man had heard, Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't an easy captive, and always managed to figure a way to be a free man again. There had been a few times where the Commodore had caught Jack, once at the Smithery, and again when the Dauntless moved towards the smoke signal Elizabeth had made on a deserted island. But both time Jack had escaped, with a little help of course.

[Commodore James Norrington]

"I intend to catch him with a sword inhand." The Commodore replied, boiling on the inside, but not showing. The Commodore began to speak again. "Mr. Smith. I expect you to be there with me, surely their will be more pirates than just Mr. Jack Sparrow. I intend to see it your duty that they be seen too. And dont worry, the Navy backs us fully on this." The Commodore didn't wait for a response, as this was a order, not a question. " And if they escape to the pearl, you will board The Dauntless with me and we shall sail after them"

[Tristan Smith]

Tristan nodded his head and turned towards the door. "I shall be ready for a fight COmmodore, and shall meet you at the Gallow's before noon. Miss LaRoue won't be the only pirate who hangs tomorrow." He said with a slight bow before turning and leaving the Commodore in his office, a mind still heavy with thoughts for the following day.